1150 Pixel Fairy Tale: You and Three Macro Photography Princesses

Let's start with this amazing shot in which the mosquito is sucking the
photographer's blo­od and is almost full of it. Most of us would just flick
away that annoying bug but David decided to take the shot first.

His sacrifice and photographic mastery allows us to see the incredible
details of a mosquito in action.

David's photograph dragged me into the fantasy world and I started to
dream. The captions full of technical details I prepared for
the rest of the macro photographs in this post disappeared fast
in some kind of a mist, and three wonderful princesses slowly
appeared.

You opened your eyes some time later and the first thing you saw was the
white beast lying dead not far away from the body of the black spider.

You turned around and there was the first princess sitting on the
green stem.

Her body was wet; the dew drops were everywhere shined
brilliantly. She shyly whispered just two words: “Thank you.” When you heard
her voice you knew immediately that you would have no problem with the kissing
part of your heroic story.

But then you heard a sweet voice. Another fly princess was coming and saying,
“I want also to say a thank you to you. The white beast kept me in her nest,
but I left it now. I can see you have killed her and you saved
my life.”

Your mind starts racing.

And now what?

You aren't a fairy tale specialist, and you have no idea if one hero can
remove the spell of two princesses!

Maybe he can. However, you have never heard about the princess
dreaming about a hero who will save her and
another princess, who will kiss both of them, marry them and happily
live with them for a long time.

You have just started to think about complications connected to the fact that
you should receive two halves of the kingdom when you can hear
another voice.

Fortunately, it wasn't another princess but your friend Martin who held the
first aid kit in his hand and who greeted you loudly. “Hey man, what are you
doing here?” you answered.

“I came to shoot some macro photographs and I saw you collapse on the
ground when I arrived. The white spider was badly beaten but it still has some
power and was preparing to give you the last deadly hit.”

“I am a photographer and I always take the pictures. I don't mess with
the situation in front of my lens. But this was different and of course I had
to save you. So, I killed the spider and then I went back to my car for the
first aid kit to dress your wounds.”

You turned back to the second princess. “It seems that Martin is the hero
who saved your life and your gratitude should belong to him.”

Then you smiled at the first princess. “I think we can…”

But Martin interrupted you. “Why are you talking to those flies?”

“Those are princesses,” you answered.

“Hmm, it seems you were lying in the sun for too long.” Then he took his
tripod and said, “Let’s go to my favorite place, where I want to take some
shots of dragonflies.”

You didn't say anything. You went to the car with him. Two small flies were
sitting on your shoulder. Martin left you immediately after his car stopped not
too far from the dragonfly’s place.

He came back after three hours and enthusiastically said that he has taken
great shots of an Anax Imperator dragonfly laying its eggs. You
can see this above.

He planned to take more dragonfly pictures, but his memory card was full, so
he took another one from the car and was ready to leave.

Martin and the princesses

Only then did he notice a young lady sitting nearby. “How did she get here?
We are a far way off from any village.” “She is a princess and I have just
broken her spell,” you answered.

Martin almost said something about the young ones who are crazy and
irresponsible enough to wander about the wilderness, but he kept it for himself
in the end.

When he left to find some dragonflies he saw the princess’s sad look. He
was the one who saved her. Her sorrow resulted because he did not show any
understanding or compassion about her troubles. At this point she was still in
her fly stage.

Martin left and you and your princess were talking about amazing things she
learned during her “being a fly” days.

She said, “Look here at those ants. They have real farms where they protect
the aphids on the plants they eat and as a reward the ants get the honeydew
released by the aphids.”

“You can see a sweet drop of the honeydew produced by one of the
aphids in this photograph.”

“The ant is milking the aphid by stroking it with its antennae and
he will transport the honeydew into the storage inside the anthill later.”

Martin is back

Her story was interrupted by Martin, who came back from his mission.

Unfortunately, he wasn't satisfied with the latest shots he had taken and he
wasn't happy about having another passenger for the ride back to the town,
because he had to clean up the back seats of his car.

A few minutes later you were leaving the unbelievable macro world and the
atmosphere in the car was tense.

But you didn't care. You and your princess were sitting on the back seats and
she whispered in your ear her plan of how to make the second hero break the
princess’s spell

Hugo Protasio

I try to find words to describe this… this beauty, alien world, feeling
that we are so unimportant in this world; how nature did something that we will
not be able to reproduce in ages… I LOVE YOU MAN!

I like the mosquito shot because I hate mosquitoes! Who loves mosquitoes
anyway. I almost died with dengue fever caused by this blood sucking insects
that kills thousands of people yearly. Deadlier than you could imagine.